Ch87- Damsel Saved
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Then, in a blur of green and silver, Harry Potter sprung into action. Dressed in his Slytherin robes, he stood up on his broom, descending at a breathtaking speed, even faster than Susan's free fall. "Oh no!" Madam Hooch cried out, her voice laced with fear and disbelief.
As the ground rapidly approached, Susan screamed, her fall seemingly unstoppable. The students, their eyes wide with dread, watched as Harry closed the distance between him and Susan. His face was a mask of concentration, his eyes fixed on her.
Madam Hooch, her wand still raised, was ready to intervene, but Harry was faster. Just as Susan was about to hit the ground, Harry leapt from his broom with incredible agility. He caught Susan in his arms, rolling away with her in a protective embrace, ensuring her head was safe from the impact.
They rolled across the ground, coming to a stop a few feet away. Susan, her body shaking from the shock, started to cry hysterically, her tears soaking into Harry's robes. The class, now unfrozen from their shock, rushed over, their expressions a mix of relief and awe.
Madam Hooch, her face pale, approached them quickly. "Mr. Potter, that was incredibly reckless, but..." she trailed off, her stern expression softening as she saw the state Susan was in. "Are you two alright?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.
Harry, still holding Susan, nodded. "We're fine, Madam Hooch," he assured her, his voice calm despite the adrenaline still coursing through his veins.
His hand was caressing Susan's back while the other was pressing her head to his chest, soothing her. The students and Madam Hooch crowded around, their faces reflecting a mix of relief and astonishment.
"Master Harry," Nigel's voice echoed in Harry's mind, carrying a note of admonishment, "As much as I appreciate your Slytherin cunning and ambition, orchestrating such a dramatic rescue was a bit, shall we say, nefarious?"
Harry, still comforting Susan, replied internally, "I needed a way to approach her, Nigel. It was a calculated risk."
Nigel, in his characteristic style, retorted, "Ah, yes, 'calculated risk,' the excuse of champions and madmen alike. Let's hope this doesn't become a habit, or you'll be known as the Boy Who Crashes rather than the Boy Who Lived."
Madam Hooch, now kneeling beside them, checked Susan for injuries. "Ms. Bones, are you hurt anywhere?" Her voice was laced with concern.
Susan, her tears subsiding, shook her head, finding solace in Harry's reassuring presence. "I'm okay, thanks to Harry," she managed to say, her voice still trembling.
Madam Hooch turned to Harry, her expression a complex blend of gratitude and reprimand. "Mr. Potter, that was an incredibly brave act, but please, leave such maneuvers to the professionals next time."
She reached out to pull Harry's robe, and the class saw injuries all over Harry's body. Harry grimaced. The fall, although calculated, was fast enough to peel off his skin. His arms and legs, his clothes, were all torn up. Blood was oozing from some of the places. Seeing it, the class gasped, Susan most verbal. Her eyes teared up once more, as she hugged Harry harder, "Sorry, it was all my fault."
Harry patted her back, "It is fine. These injuries are nothing," he softly said. It worked wonders. Not only Susan, but other girls in the class also looked at Harry in astonishment.
Nigel retorted, "Oh, the horror! The mere thought of a joint venture in lecturing you on safety is almost enough to make me wish for a system reboot. But fear not, Master Harry, I shall endure. Someone has to keep your reckless tendencies in check, after all."
Harry suppressed his chuckles, careful not to aggravate his injuries. "I guess I should be thankful then. Without you two, who knows what kind of trouble I'd get into?"
Nigel's voice took on a mock-serious tone, "Indeed, you might actually have a peaceful, injury-free year at Hogwarts. But where's the fun in that? Adventure, drama, a dash of danger – that's the Harry Potter way!"
Harry grinned, his spirits lifted despite the aches and pains. "Thanks, Nigel. I'll make sure to keep it interesting, just for you."
Nigel's last remark came with a hint of fond exasperation, "Oh, I have no doubt about that, Master Harry. No doubt at all."
As Madam Pomfrey finished applying the last of the salve, she instructed Harry sternly, "You'll need to rest here for a while, young man. I want those wounds to heal properly."
Susan, who had been watching the whole exchange silently, finally spoke up, her voice tinged with guilt. "Harry, I'm so sorry. It's all my fault. If I hadn't lost control of my broom..."
Harry turned his head to look at her, offering a reassuring smile. "Ms. Bones, don't blame yourself. These things happen. I'm just glad I could help."
Susan seemed somewhat comforted by his words, but the worry didn't completely leave her eyes. She knew the risk Harry had taken to save her, and it weighed heavily on her conscience.
Blushing, Susan mumbled, "Please call me Susan." She averted her gaze, clearly embarrassed by the attention and her own vulnerability. Smiling, Harry looked into her eyes and said, "Nice to formally meet you, Susan." As she met his green eyes, her blush deepened, a clear sign of her growing admiration and gratitude towards him.
Harry smirked inwardly at the day's events, a sense of accomplishment mingling with his physical discomfort. "Nigel, can I have a robotic 'Mission Accomplished' please?" he thought with a hint of amusement.
Nigel, his voice dripping with a sarcasm that was almost tangible, replied, "Well of course, Master Harry. Because nothing says 'subtle' like rescuing a classmate in a dramatic fashion and ending up in the infirmary. Mission accomplished." He finished, adding an exaggerated robotic tone to his words. Harry chuckled silently, a smirk playing on his lips, as Madam Pomfrey bustled over to Susan to tend to her needs.
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